I always wonder where she gets it from. That devilish smirk. The one she gets when she's happy or maniacal. How I want her. How I wish she could just do me in right now. Oh how amazing it would feel. I start to shift my weight in a position that won't make me look turned on. She means the world to me... "Ms Shore? would you like to tell us who Mr. Patrick Henry is?" "Oh umm... didn't he say that famous quote?" "Close enough." "Pay attention in class next time." "Of course, sorry about that Mrs. Bronzina." As always my day dreams(or fantasies) get the best of me. It was only a warning this time but it's normally a 'stay after class' talk. I can't stop thinking about her. Some may say it's an obsession but to me, it's devilishly, beautiful love.
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The Barrats
RandomThe Barrat's are not your average family. Dealing with individual problems that only they know of. They don't know how to handle it and maybe one wrong move can move the mask that hides their true selves from the world.
